Gambler of Feelings

Chapter Two

Furious by his previous encounter with that rude girl, Boruto decided to head to the clubroom.  The school bell has already rung, so his grudge towards her can wait. He has a lot of other things to deal with at the moment, like the club meeting.

The club meeting he's already late to.  He couldn't wait to meet-up with his closest friends too. It'll help him to calm down for sure.

"I'm not an idiot," he whispered to himself.

Boruto Uzumaki was famous among his peers. His image of the social, popular guy that is kind has let him have a dedicated fan-club of girls.  It wasn't their recognition that he desired.

His fan-club did see only his public mask, not what was lying underneath it.  Most of these girls wanted to use him because of his father's name.  That's all there was to it.

It's not their attention he tried to gain or desperately needed to prove himself to them. 

At one glance, Boruto Uzumaki lives an ideal type of life.  He's social, well-known, his parents are famous, he's lucky, and most of his friends are loyal to him. The imaginary perfect life others crafted based on his image.

Yes, in the eyes of others, he's enviably owning a lot of precious things, yet he still was seeking something he didn't have, the attention from his dad.

Naruto Uzumaki held the highest status at this school as its principal. He also managed one of the most famous companies worldwide called Hokage Inc. Being the head of the school, plus the company meant he's a busy indvidual. 

Boruto didn't see him at home often, and when he did see him, his father wasn't paying attention to him at all. It was more likely the father went to sleep rather than spending time with his family.

To an extent, he understood that his father dealt with important matters. His dad was the leader, so it's natural he's a busy person, but part of him was hurt by his ongoing absence in his life. 

Does his dad even know him at all?

Boruto's mind jumped to the conclusion they're behaving like strangers at this point in time. The other part of him despised his father and the way everyone talked about their achievements.

He hated being compared to Naruto the most.

Boruto knew that his father's success doesn't belong to him, despite others giving him a mountain of praise for it.  They praised him as if he achieved it himself. When it came down to it, they never noticed his personal achievements that belonged only to him.

His own success always was written off as something his dad did. The worst feeling ever in the mind of Boruto was to be seen as the accessory to someone else.

The situation at home was complicated, and he didn't want to cause distress to his mom and his younger sister Himawari with his identity crisis. 

Boruto navigated the school corridors with ease until he found himself in front of the clubroom.  He's president of the club, arriving late paints the picture he's not taking his duties seriously. 

A wooden door to the clubroom had the old traces of brown paint. It was the only door that had a doorknob shaped like a black crown decorated with red jewels. On the door was hanging the white sign of the "Tabletop and Video Games" club at the top. 

Boruto took a deep breath. He wasn't in the mood for being lectured by his friends. His right hand pushed down the doorknob, then he entered inside.

He missed the sight of the grey swivel chairs, the wooden desks, computers, the cupboard that contained all of their video and tabletop games.  In the chairs were already sitting three out of four club members.